Prologue - Sourcebooks
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Prologue
I was a storm.
Adrenaline ripped through my veins like lightning as I
leaned close to the body of my crow, preparing to execute a dive.
Iyla’s warm, steady heat kept me grounded, even hundreds of feet
in the air. Cold wind whipped tendrils of hair free from my braid,
nipping at the skin around my goggles and stealing my breath.
The thin, well- worn saddle beneath me was nothing more than
a strip of leather to bind stirrups to, the reins trailing from my
hands to Iyla’s beak, an illusion of control— this ride depended on
trust and mutual respect. Anything less, and no amount of leather
would keep me seated on Iyla’s back.
Years of Estrel’s instructions raced through my mind: Keep
your body low and tight in a dive. Give the reins slack. Keep your
knees back so you don’t put pressure on the crow’s wing joints. I knew
it all like my own heartbeat.
I tucked close to Iyla’s body, and we dove.
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Water misted my skin as Iyla’s storm crow magic split apart a
cloud a second before we shot through it and plummeted toward
the earth. My heart screamed into my throat, pure, unadulterated
joy erupting through me with every passing moment. I held my
breath as we fell, counting the seconds— we could only gain so
much speed before Iyla’s wings wouldn’t be able to handle the
strain of opening.
Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen…
We burst through layers of clouds, Aris spread out below
us. The city was a blur as we dove, a sea of light and color fast
approaching.
Twenty. I squeezed my knees, and Iyla’s wings snapped open
like the slice of a blade, catching an updraft to send us sailing in
a gentle arc. Lightning buzzed at the tips of Iyla’s wings as she let
out a piercing call.
I sucked in a lungful of cold air and let it out in a laugh, the
thrill of the dive resounding through me like a thunderclap. I
craved that feeling like starved lungs craved air, letting it fill me
until I felt impossibly alive.
We circled wide and low, descending the rest of the way until
Iyla’s shadow blanketed the city streets.
Aris unfurled beneath us like a colorful map, dense with thick
green foliage and spotted with wildflowers. People called up to us,
waving from crowded streets as revelers prepared for the festival
leading up to Negnoch, the city’s yearly hatch night. In a few hours,
every single crow from across the kingdom of Rhodaire would put
on a masterful display of riding and magic, and the year’s crows
would be hatched.
One of them would be mine. Tonight, I would choose my own
crow and become a rider.
We dipped lower, children chasing Iyla’s shadow in the hopes
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of catching a stray feather to wish upon. This was my favorite part
of flying. Even more than the thrill of diving or the magic of soar-
ing through endless skies, I loved gliding peacefully above Aris, the
wind brushing along my skin as the city passed below.
Even on the back of a stolen crow. Well, not quite stolen. Iyla
belonged to Estrel, my teacher and mother’s best friend, and while
Estrel had let me ride Iyla alone before, she technically hadn’t
given me permission to tonight.
Probably because I didn’t ask.
A gentle tug on the reins sent Iyla a little higher, and we fell
in line over the crystal waters of the canal in the Rynthene Wing.
To my left, earth crows helped work the fields, tilling land in huge
swaths with the pulse of their magic. To my right, the fading sun-
light glinted off an armored battle crow.
All over Aris, the crows and riders integrated into the city’s
inner workings would be finishing up the day’s tasks. Later, they’d
join the military pouring in from Rhodaire’s outer reaches in prepa-
ration for the Sky Dance.
We followed the canal to the castle at the city’s heart. The
giant, gray stone structure stretched into the sky, delladon vines
sprawling across its pale face like laugh lines. From each of the
four sides of the central tower, a crescent- shaped landing platform
jutted out, and I used the nearest one as a marker to veer Iyla right
toward the royal rookery. It was a tall, circular tower with wide
windows on the third floor for easy landing.
My nerves jittered. Landing was the hardest part, even with
Estrel’s lessons branded into my mind.
Let the crow do the work; it knows what it’s doing. Keep your
weight back. Never dismount while a crow’s folding its wings, or you
risk straining the joints.
We glided easily through one of the rookery’s large, open
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windows, Iyla as practiced in this maneuver as breathing. Her
wings flared back, sending straw swirling across the stone floor as
her massive black claws reached out, taking hold of the nearest
T- shaped perch. We fell to a standstill, her wings tucking in tight
to her muscled form. She was almost reptilian with a lean, muscu-
lar body, the proportions a little longer, a little more limber than
a normal bird.
I let out a whoop, grinning as I tugged down my goggles and
swung off her back, throwing my arms around her. Her long neck
straightened as she stiffened, but I’d learned long ago that she’d
not only tolerate hugs but secretly liked them.
“Anthia!”
My excitement went cold at my mother’s sharp voice. A flurry
of black wings filled the opposite window as her battle crow, Tyros,
landed effortlessly on the perch across from Iyla, sending a gust of
straw- filled wind into my face.
My mother swung down, stalking toward me with the smooth
litheness of a jungle cat. With the setting sun at her back, she
looked every inch the queen she was, the light making her brown
skin and polished flying leathers gleam with an inner fire.
“What in the Saints’ name do you think you’re doing?” she
demanded.
“Um, talking to Iyla?” I offered. Lying had never been my
strong suit. To her credit, the crow let out a low caw, as if she were
indeed part of the conversation.
My mother didn’t smile. I didn’t expect her to.
“Relax, Alandra.” Estrel emerged from the nearby staircase at
my side, her long, dark curls bound in a thick braid like mine. “I
gave her permission.”
The only person who could tell my mother to relax without
getting eviscerated was Estrel, my aunt in every way but blood.
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They even looked like sisters, though my mother was taller and
leaner. She and Estrel had grown up together, and I’d even heard
a rumor Estrel’s sister and my mother had courted as teenagers.
My mother frowned, and I straightened beneath the sharpness
of her steel- colored gaze. Her eyes always reminded me of knives,
forever sculpting me in an endless quest for perfection.
“I executed a perfect dive,” I offered, as if my ability to per-
form riding techniques far more advanced than my seventeen years
might soften her gaze.
It only made her eyes narrow. “Taking another rider’s crow out
for a joyride to perform dangerous maneuvers is not only foolish,
it’s insulting.” I flinched. “If you want to prove yourself capable of
being a leader among the riders, you can start by not disrespecting
every rule and custom we live by.”
I refused to wilt beneath the heat of her words. “Well, maybe
if you spent more than a waking second in my presence, I’d know
the rules better.”
Estrel drew a sharp breath, but my mother went stiller than a
shadow crow concealed in darkness. For a fraction of a second, I
swore something pained flashed through her iron gaze, but it van-
ished quickly.
The circlet of silver feathers on her brow gleamed like molten
starlight. “I expect you back here before the hatching.” She turned
to Tyros, who leapt from his perch to the wide window ledge, a
perfect tableau of strength against a backdrop of approaching night.
With a grace I hadn’t yet mastered, she swung up into the saddle.
Wings tucked in tight, Tyros leapt. They plummeted from view,
gone for barely a breath before they soared up past the window,
climbing into the darkening sky.
“That went well,” I muttered.
Estrel smacked the back of my head, and I winced, rubbing
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the spot though the blow hadn’t hurt. “Stop stealing my crow!”
Despite the snap in her voice, an easy grin filled her face, and she
let out a low laugh when I smiled back.
There wasn’t a single other rider or a single other crow I’d ever
dream of doing with what I did with Iyla. Any other crow would
snatch me by the leg with its beak and toss me off, princess or not.
That was, until I had my own.
My gaze dropped to the gold and black edges of Estrel’s Corvé
tattoo that reached up over her muscular shoulders, denoting her
as one of Rhodaire’s nine crow masters. While the heads of each
house saw to their people, each wing’s Corvé saw to its crows.
Tonight, I would choose my own crow. I would become a
rider. And one day, I would earn the tattoo and become the royal
Corvé after Estrel.
“The Sky Dance starts in an hour,” Estrel said. “Then it’s back
here for the hatching. Are you and Kiva going into the city tonight?”
“To Rua’s.”
She smirked. “Take a breath, Little Peep. Enjoy the night.
You’ll have your crow soon enough.”
Soon enough felt a lifetime away as I bolted down the winding
rookery steps, dodging a rookhand balancing plates of meat, and
out into a perfect Rhodairen winter evening. The air was cool but
not cold and filled with the possibility of rain. Storm crows would
keep it at bay, though I wished they’d let it fall. I’d always wanted
to see a Sky Dance in the rain.
The wind buffeted my escaped curls into my face as I shot
along the gardens, through the castle gates, and into streets filled
with thick green trees and climbing vines trickling down buildings
like rivulets of rainwater.
I veered onto the main road between the Caravel Wing and
Thereal Wing, then cut right into the Thereal section of the city,
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slowing as a wave of music and laughter washed over me. I made
for Rua’s, a bright- blue building on the corner where a crow had
been painted in sunset colors across one side, done by a street artist
in the night.
Native brown- skinned Rhodairens walked alongside colorfully
dressed, dark- skinned travelers from Trendell, a kingdom far east
of Rhodaire. Both were dwarfed by the pale, long- limbed Korovi
of the northern kingdom. People came to Rhodaire from all over
the world for Negnoch. I even spotted a few revelers from Illucia,
the border kingdom to our north, though they were probably only
here for festival discounts on Rhodairen weapons. Or maybe they
were guards for the visiting Illucian dignitaries.
That was probably what had my mother on edge: their pres-
ence, and their queen who threatened war. She’d already taken
two kingdoms.
Someone seized my arm, spinning me around. Kiva grinned
down at me, her moonlight- colored hair free from its characteristic
braid and down to her shoulders in waves. She still wore her castle
guard uniform, making her look older— sometimes I doubted she
owned anything else. She even had her sword at her hip.
“I was starting to think you weren’t coming!” she shouted above
the clamor.
“And let you eat all the orange cakes?”
“Typical. Here for the food.”
I nodded at her uniform. “Hoping to impress someone?” She’d
been flirting with a girl at Rua’s for weeks now.
Kiva’s cheeks burned, and she nudged me with her shoulder.
I grinned. “Race you.”
We dove into the crowd, dodging flying elbows and swinging
hips. Along the sides of the streets, baskets of the last fruits of
the season sat waiting to be eaten, from bright- yellow mangos to
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fresh- picked oranges. Overhead, thunder boomed in a near cloud-
less sky, a storm crow marking the time.
The night passed in patches. I drank talcé after talcé, sweet
juice drinks filled with pieces of fruit, and ate as many orange
cakes as I could stomach. We danced and sang, following the street
past acrobats and fire- eaters, carts of sweet breads and fruit pies.
Children ran laughing through the streets, kites in the shape of
crows tied to their wrists by long, thin strings. Tradition said if your
kite made it through the night undamaged, you were destined to
become a rider.
Thunder boomed again. The Sky Dance was about to begin.
Crows glided in lazy circles above the castle with riders on
their backs, looking like shadows set adrift in the sky. The sun set
behind them, painting everything deep mauve and carmine, but-
termilk and fuchsia.
The drums started, low and steady at first, matching the rhythm
of the crows as they circled. Then the speed increased, and higher
drums joined in. The circling crows broke in all directions, some
diving straight down, others surging upward in a powerful burst of
speed. They twirled and dove, weaving around each other in exact,
graceful movements.
A fire crow opened its beak and let loose a stream of blue- tinged
flames at a wind crow, which buffeted the fire upward toward a
water crow, which doused it into steam with water from its beak.
Sun crows lit the sky in ethereal gold, their glow fading into wisps
like the light of falling stars. Shadow crows wove ribbons of night
around them, creating intricate shimmering patterns.
Each action a crow took was mimicked by another one across
from it, one formation molding seamlessly into the next, creating a
symmetrical design of beasts, people, and magic, all interwoven in
a dance among the clouds.
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The drums grew faster. Lightning struck and thunder rolled,
keeping time with the beat. Crows dipped and twirled in perfectly
timed maneuvers I longed to try. My heart raced with them, imagin-
ing the feel of the wind in my hair and the heat of a crow beneath me.
As the music peaked, every crow shot upward, carried by drafts
from wind and storm crows. Then they dove.
As the echo of the final drumbeat sounded, the crows shot out
in all directions in perfectly executed dives. Their deep, echoing
cries filled the sky as the sun finished setting, and the crows blan-
keted the night.
Still ecstatic from the dance, Kiva and I moved off the main
road to find another talcé vendor. The skies had cleared, and the
crows had all returned to the rookeries throughout the city’s wings
to be unsaddled and fed. The images remained seared into the back
of my eyelids. Soon, I would be a part of that dance.
“You’re going to be late,” Kiva warned as we navigated the
crowded street.
“It takes at least half an hour for the crows to be unsaddled
and fed.”
“Which means you’ll leave in half an hour.”
“I’m not late that often— ”
“Yes, you are.”
“Okay, but— ”
A scream ripped through the air. I froze. Kiva’s hand went
to her sword, and she stepped toward me, shielding. Silence
descended like a curtain, sucking the air from the crowded street.
My heart rose and settled in my throat, and for a wingbeat, every-
thing stood still.
Then the Thereal rookery went up in flames.
The screams became a chorus, the screech of crows rising like
a wave. One by one, the rookeries in each Wing erupted with fire.
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I stood rooted to the spot, the acrid smoke scorching my lungs,
the light of the flames almost too bright to look at. Yet I couldn’t
tear my gaze away, my mind refusing to process what I was seeing.
The city was burning.
The words dropped through my mind like jagged stones, too
heavy and sharp to hold on to.
The crowd closed in, people slamming into carts and each other,
all attempting to flee in different directions. Kiva pressed into my
side, her sword half drawn. The familiar screech of metal snapped
me from my trance, and I seized her wrist. “Too many people!”
Scowling, she grabbed my arm and barreled through the writh-
ing mass. A head taller than nearly everyone, the crowd parted to
avoid her elbows and snarled threats. We pushed until we broke
through the edge, gulping down open air drowned in smoke.
“Come on!” Not stopping to rest, I raced along the street and
back toward the castle, Kiva at my back.
Fire fell like rain.
It dripped from buildings, clinging to crumbling stone and
smoldering wood, spreading from the Thereal rookery like a flood.
The bushes lining the road blazed like torches, trees heavy with
fruit turning to ash and filling the air with a sickly, burnt- sugar
scent. It mixed with the smell of seared flesh.
A burst of fire cut across our path, forcing us to stop. As an
earsplitting scream tore past me, I realized it wasn’t a fireball: it
was a man, engulfed in flame.
My stomach turned, and I choked on the poisoned air, desper-
ate to get it out of my lungs. Kiva seized my arm, hauling me along.
The image of the flaming man cut through my mind over and over,
until it felt like I’d never see anything else again.
As we turned up the castle road, I stumbled to a halt. Black
smoke billowed from the royal rookery, darker than the night. Fire
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writhed, reaching out the open windows with hungry claws. A
crow leapt from one of the windows, feathers alight. It barely had
time to open its wings before an arrow pierced its heart. Another
struck its throat. It dropped four stories to the earth with a sicken-
ing crunch.
This didn’t make any sense. The eggs were in there, and the
crows… My thoughts ground to a halt, unable to venture any fur-
ther. Unable to think, unable to breathe.
I only became aware Kiva was shaking me when she nearly
knocked me to the ground. “Move!” she screamed.
Slowly, I looked at her. She’d drawn her sword, and the fire-
light cast strange shadows across her pale skin. For an impossi-
bly long moment, my smoke- riddled brain could process only her
bright, unbound hair. It was white as bone.
She pushed me again, and I stumbled. “Anthia, move!”
I blinked. Guards were sprinting in every direction, shouting
orders. Some had their swords drawn, dueling pale- skinned sol-
diers in black leather. Still others simply stood and stared at the
rising column of fire and smoke. Slowly, I understood. I recognized
the golden horsehead emblazoned on their uniforms.
Illucia was attacking Rhodaire.
Illucia was killing the crows.
Someone moved behind Kiva. My mother appeared, gray eyes
wild and face splattered with blood. She held a dagger in each
hand. “Get inside the castle!” she ordered, but I didn’t move. She
sheathed a blade, her hand falling on my shoulder. “Anthia, you
have to go inside. Please.”
I felt warm. Too warm, but oddly calm. Like something had
reached inside me and wiped away all the fear, the confusion, and
the horrible, horrible understanding. My skin hummed, the sound
filling my ears, my chest, my bones.
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My mother cursed, said something to Kiva, then hesitated a
second longer, her fingers digging tight into my shoulder. Something
shone behind her eyes, a forgotten emotion threatening to break
free— then she bolted toward the rookery. I lurched after her, but
Kiva’s strong arms pulled me back. My mother disappeared into
the column of flames. Then Kiva was gone, and I forgot to blink.
My vision filled with fire.
Swords clashed, metal screaming against metal so close to my
ear that I turned. Kiva dueled an Illucian soldier inches away. Had
that attack been meant for me? The thought barely registered. All I
could think about was the growing heat and dying air, the screams
of crows and people indecipherable in the night.
A Rhodairen soldier intercepted Kiva’s fight, and I turned back
to the rookery in time to see a shape fall in the doorway.
My body reacted. I sprang forward, screaming for my mother.
The shape rolled, crawling toward the exit, the flames moving like
a serpent preparing to strike. It wasn’t my mother.
“Estrel!” I seized her arm, not processing that her clothes were
on fire, that she was on fire, and pulled with all my strength. The
flames leapt onto my sleeve, but I pulled harder, her form toppling
out after me onto the damp grass. I rolled her over and over again,
then Kiva was there, smothering Estrel with her cloak.
Kiva yelled something at me, but I couldn’t hear her through
the blood pounding in my ears. Then she seized me and flung me
into the grass, slapping my hand, beating at it with the edge of the
cloak to extinguish the flames.
I stared at the ravaged skin, now a patchwork of scalded white
and red flesh. Red. Red as the fire raining down around me as
it consumed the royal rookery, consumed my mother, consumed
everything.
I felt Kiva beside me like one felt their shadow at their heel, an
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intangible presence. She spoke, saying so many things. Things that
didn’t make any sense. Things like my mother was dead, the crows
were gone, the Illucian soldiers were coming, there were many
were already here.
It took me a moment to realize I was staring at something in
the sky. Bright as a miniature sun, a crow blazing with fire from
beak to tail soared across the night, wings spread as if the flames
had become a part of it, a flickering coat of smoldering feathers.
Then the fire seared through feather and muscle and bone, and it
plummeted to the earth like a falling star.
It struck the ground before me, erupting like a funeral pyre.
Only my raw throat told me I’d screamed the entire time it’d fallen.
“We have to move!” Kiva yelled.
I had just enough of myself left to look at her. To see the tears
streaming down her ash- stained face and to feel my own sliding hot
against my skin, before my burns flared with pain, and the world
went white.
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The crows were gone.
Every day, I said those words to myself, but they didn’t
feel real. The world didn’t feel real. Each breath felt like a lie, as
if I’d climbed out of a cocoon into another realm, one of ash and
shadowed memories that tore at me like talons.
Without the beat of a crow’s wings, the air stood still.
Silence smothered the castle garden, the charred royal rook-
ery standing like a headstone in the distance. Even the sunlight
looked wrong, rebounding sharply off the castle as if afraid to
get too close.
I sat at the patio table, tracing a finger along where the red and
white splotches of months’ old burn scars met my skin, and tried
desperately to ignore the man standing across from me.
The Illucian messenger wore rich, finely cut blues lined in gold,
the material too thick for the Rhodairen summer sun. He wasn’t a
soldier, but he carried a sword nonetheless and would know how
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to use it. He’d been allowed to keep it, since asking an Illucian to
give up their weapon was akin to asking a wolf not to bite your
hand while you pulled out its teeth. As a compromise, two castle
guards stood within easy striking distance.
The Saints must hate me. It’d been nearly six months since the
Illucian Empire destroyed my life. I’d barely left my room since. I’d
hardly gotten out of bed. Even now, I wanted to burrow beneath
my blankets and disappear into the darkness. Then the one day I
managed to drag myself downstairs, convinced it could be a decent
day, I got stuck watching an Illucian.
His gaze bored into me, and it took everything I had not to look
at him. I was afraid of what I might do if I did.
A spark of fury rallied against the prison of grief and pain that
had grown inside me layer by layer over the last few months. I
hated that he’d been allowed into Rhodaire, allowed onto the castle
grounds. Hated that we had to hear out his queen’s demands, that I
didn’t have a crow to seize him by his perfectly manicured uniform
and lift him high, high into the air…
“Will the queen be here soon?” he asked for the second time,
his accent light.
It sounded like a crow’s talons on stone, and the back of my
neck prickled with a chill despite the sun. We’d been waiting for
my sister for nearly ten minutes.
“If you ask again, maybe I’ll suddenly know.” Not the diplo-
matic response, but politics had never been my strength.
“Will the queen be here soon?”
My eyes snapped up, locking with his. He smiled, and I gritted
my teeth at giving him that small victory. Ignore him. Forcing my
gaze out across the castle gardens, I exhaled slowly. I’d promised
myself today would be a good day. I needed a good day. But faced
with an Illucian, all I could think about was what they’d taken
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from us. What they still took. Terrorizing our borders, attacking
our trade routes, sinking our ships.
Looking at the garden didn’t help. My eyes naturally found
the spots where the flowers had started to droop, stains of brown
spreading among the green. Without the earth crows’ magic, plants
like the bright flowering delladon vine that climbed the lattice-
work along the castle were a breath away from dust.
Rhodaire was dying.
I looked away, blinking slowly. Without storm crows to manip-
ulate it, the hot, humid summer weather persisted unrelentingly.
The sweet scent of fruit trees hung heavy in the air, pressing in on
me from all directions. Only the messenger kept me alert. What
did he want?
Voices filtered out through the open door. I straightened as my
sister stepped onto the patio, a striking figure with her immaculate
posture and dark hair loose to her waist. Kiva followed, the sun
reflecting off the metal buckles of her silver- and- green guard’s uni-
form. The tension in my shoulders eased as she slipped to my side.
“Your Majesty.” The messenger barely inclined his head.
Caliza’s steel- colored eyes evaluated him quickly, her face an
impassive mask. “We can speak inside.”
I frowned as the messenger followed her into the sunroom at
the back of the patio. What didn’t Caliza want me to hear?
Kiva dropped into the seat beside me, her hand falling to its
natural position on the crow- shaped pommel of her sword. “Sorry
it took me so long. She was in a meeting.”
“Not your fault. Besides, we were having such a wonderful
time.” I slumped in my chair, leaning my head back.
Not a day passed where I didn’t think about the crows. I
couldn’t shut out the memories. Scenes of visiting the royal rook-
ery to tickle storm crow chicks until they buzzed with lightning
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or walking under the glow of a sun crow in the dusky moonlight
played over and over in my mind. Seeing the messenger just made
it all worse.
A flash of red made me flinch, but it was only a pair of summer
tanagers flying by, their feathers the rich ruby of a ripe pomegran-
ate. You’re fine. Don’t think about it. I rubbed my scarred arm in an
absent motion.
Kiva eyed me intently. I sighed, straightening and readjusting
the silver bracelet on my right wrist. “I’m not going to climb back
into bed, all right?”
“Good. I don’t have time to fetch a bucket of water to dump on
you.” She smirked, and I glared flatly back. She was joking— mostly.
“You would enjoy that entirely too much,” I said.
Kiva’s smile faltered. “I don’t enjoy any part of seeing you like
this.”
I clenched my jaw but didn’t respond. I’m just sad. I’ll get over
it soon. I repeated the mantra in my head, ignoring the quiet voice
that whispered it had been nearly six months. While I hid, the
world went on without me.
Guilt prickled low and hot in my stomach. I hated knowing
Kiva worried about me. Hated knowing I was the cause of her pain.
It’d taken me months to confide in her, convinced the moment I
told someone how I felt, as if the world had split apart and swal-
lowed me whole, they’d call me ridiculous. Dramatic. Weak.
Instead, she’d listened, and then she’d held me while I cried until
my throat turned raw.
Kiva leaned back, flipping her braid of white- gold hair over her
shoulder and lifting a hand to shield her face from the sun. She’d
been born in Rhodaire, but her pale Korovi skin burned easily.
“What do you think he wants?” She nodded in the direction the
messenger and Caliza had gone.
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“Nothing good.”
I hadn’t seen an Illucian since Negnoch. Since Rhodairen trai-
tors helped Illucian soldiers set fire to the rookeries, their elite
archers shooting any crows that escaped the flames.
Ronoch, people called it now. Red Night.
If the Illucian army hadn’t been spread so thin the night they
attacked, they might have conquered Rhodaire then and there.
At first, I’d wanted revenge. Deep inside, the part of me that
hated the defeated person I’d become still did. Now, I recognized
we didn’t stand a chance. Illucia had conquered nearly half the
continent for a reason— their army was unstoppable. Soon, they
would have Rhodaire too.
The messenger’s voice suddenly rose from the sunroom. Kiva
and I fell silent, leaning closer to listen.
“My queen has given her answer, Your Majesty,” he practically
purred.
My head snapped up at the mention of the Illucian queen, and
I locked eyes with Kiva. Something flickered in my chest, a spark
of anger springing to life. Then Caliza stepped onto the patio. The
messenger loomed behind her with a smug look of satisfaction that
made my stomach turn.
“We need to talk,” Caliza said to me, then looked at Kiva.
“Privately.”
Kiva stood. “I have recruit training. Come see me after.” She
bowed to Caliza before sweeping past her. The messenger made to
remain, but Kiva looked at him expectantly. Her imposing figure
made it clear staying wasn’t an option. Wisely, he went with her.
Caliza took Kiva’s seat, removing the silver circlet shaped like a
garland of feathers from her head and setting it on the table. I eyed
the circlet. She took every opportunity not to wear it, claiming the
edges got tangled in her hair.
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It makes her think too much about Mother.
I understood. Its matching piece— the bracelet of silver feath-
ers on my wrist— had belonged to Estrel. They were both dead
now. My mother, they’d ambushed in the rookery, but Estrel…
Her death hadn’t been swift.
Caliza’s voice interrupted my thoughts. “Do you have anything
productive planned for today?” My eyes cut to her, narrowing. She
sighed. “It’s a fair question, Thia. You hardly talk to anyone, and
you spend so much time in your room. If you’d try a little— ”
“If this is what you wanted to talk about, I’m leaving.” I didn’t
need this lecture again. Feeling this way— it wasn’t my choice. I
couldn’t make it stop. I’d tried.
A vein in Caliza’s forehead twitched. She looked so much like
our mother when that happened, an impression aided by the thin
oval face and high cheekbones they’d once shared.
I looked like her too, except my black hair was curly where
Caliza’s was wavy. The brown freckles speckling my face were
absent from hers, and where she was tall and willowy, my body
was hardened by years of rider training. Or at least it had been.
Now my figure was a little less muscle, a little more curve.
We had the same eyes though, our mother’s eyes. Not the typ-
ical dark Rhodairen umber, but bright gray like storm clouds lit by
lightning.
“You’re seventeen; you’re an adult,” she said. “You have to pull
yourself together. You can’t spend the rest of your life in your
room.”
“Pull myself together?” My voice broke. How could three
simple words make me feel so small?
Her hand fell atop my unscarred one. I stared at it, feeling as
though mine were someone else’s hand. “You’re alive, Anthia. Be
thankful. Move forward.”
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I flinched, jerking my hand away. “You don’t understand. I
can’t— I don’t— ” My throat tightened, locking the words inside.
How did I explain something I didn’t even understand myself?
This was just like Caliza, to think a problem could be solved with
only logic.
This was why I’d hidden in my room, why I wanted to run
there now. Alone, no one could make me feel like an ungrateful
little girl, rejected and inferior. No one could look at me like Caliza
was now: disappointed, impatient, accusatory. As if this were all in
my head and it’d go away if only I tried hard enough.
Didn’t she understand that I would if I could?
I swallowed hard. “What do you want from me, Caliza? To
marry some foreign prince and pretend to like him so our countries
can get along?” She stiffened, and I regretted the words instantly.
“I’m sorry. That wasn’t fair,” I said. Caliza had married Kuren
because Trendell’s support was helping keep Rhodaire alive with-
out the crows. He was the second oldest prince of the eastern king-
dom, a good man. Even now, he was in Trendell coordinating aid
on Rhodaire’s behalf. “Have you heard from him?”
“This morning.”
I waited, but she said nothing more. The silence stretched. A
familiar weight settled on my shoulders, the urge to crawl into bed
and spend the day under the covers slowly growing stronger.
No. My hand found Estrel’s bracelet. I pictured the weight as a
snake like Kiva had once suggested, imagining it slithering off my
shoulders until it was gone. Except it never truly left.
Caliza worried at a few strands of hair with her fingers. She
even had our mother’s nervous habits. They’d become more pro-
nounced lately, though she still kept her emotions in an iron grip in
front of other people. A skill I’d never mastered. Around me, she’d
been snappier and more finicky than ever.
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“What is this really about, Caliza?” I asked.
Her fingers stilled, and she met my gaze. Her eyes were silent
and strong, but I saw the storm prepared to break behind them.
It’d been growing for days.
“Armies aren’t easy to build,” she said. “They take time to grow,
to train, to supply. After we lost the crows, what we taught our sol-
diers had to change. Trendell has been very supportive, and we’ve
made progress in the last few months, but not enough. And with
the food shortages and loss of jobs, with everything, if Illucia— ”
“Are they threatening to attack?”
Caliza’s mouth tightened into a thin line. “Queen Razel doesn’t
threaten. She subtly implies until you’re not sure if she said it or
if you thought it all up yourself. But whether she’ll say it or not,
she’s made herself clear. Our scouts confirmed: half her army is
now sitting on our border.”
My breath caught, hands closing into fists. “What does she want?”
“I’ve tried to find another option, Thia. Please believe I would
never willingly choose this. But we can’t sustain a war with Illucia.
We have no choice.”
“What are you talking about?” My heart stilled. What had she
done?
“I’ve agreed to a marriage between you and Prince Ericen.”
The words pierced me like talons, hooking deep. I waited for
the pain. Nothing came. Because this wasn’t real. This wasn’t
happening.
My throat burned— I wasn’t breathing. Caliza said something,
but her words sounded like they were swimming through honey
to reach me.
Something touched my arm, and I sprang to my feet, knocking
over my chair. Caliza had stood up, her hand outstretched as I
stepped back.
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“Please, Thia.”
Something like a laugh bubbled out of my throat, except
wilder, more dangerous. She hadn’t even given me a choice. She’d
engaged me to the son of the woman who’d ordered the destruc-
tion of everything I cared about, who’d killed our mother, caused
Estrel’s death, and left me permanently scarred.
A slow, insidious heat spread through my veins. “No.” The
word trembled.
“We have no choice.”
“We? Are you marrying the son of a psychopath too? Have you
heard the rumors about him?”
Caliza straightened. The storm broke in her eyes. “This isn’t just
about you. I have to think about Rhodaire too. This kingdom is on
the edge of a cliff. We cannot go to war. I know this isn’t ideal— ”
“Not ideal?” I slammed my hand onto the table. “Are you seri-
ous? Don’t try to manage me, Caliza. I’m not some disgruntled
house lord you can manipulate.”
“Thia— ”
“They set fire to our rookeries. They killed every single crow,
nearly all the riders, and our mother!” I didn’t care that I was yell-
ing now. “Our mother, and you want me to forget everything and
marry that bastard?” I thrust my burned hand in front of her face.
“How am I supposed to forget?”
Caliza’s face flushed a deep red. For an endless moment, she
stared at my scarred hand. Then she met my gaze and let out a
slow breath. “We are the leaders of Rhodaire. Our duty is to our
kingdom, not ourselves.”
The adrenaline drained from my body, leaving me hollow.
“You’re my sister. Your duty should be to me.”
She looked away, and something inside me threatened to crack.
I didn’t know there were still pieces of me left to break.
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“This is the only way to keep our people safe. It will give us time
to strengthen ourselves, to prepare.” Her words tumbled out in a
torrent, her composure fracturing. “Ardrahan’s Theory of War and— ”
“Your history books don’t know anything about our situation!
Queen Razel will use this marriage to take control of Rhodaire.
That’s all Illucia wants. You’re not buying us time; you’re sealing
our fate!”
Caliza’s chin lifted, an all too familiar expression etched on
her face. She knew what was best, not me. “The wedding will take
place in Illucia at a date of Razel’s choosing. Prince Ericen will be
here tomorrow on his way back from Jindae to take you with him.”
She paused. “I’m sorry.”
I seized the table edge for support. Caliza never apologized.
The lump in my throat threatened to choke me, and I swallowed
hard. She wasn’t going to change her mind.
The urge to flee struck so powerfully, I nearly knocked over
a chair bolting down the patio stairs. Caliza called after me, but I
didn’t stop. The wind roared in my ears as I raced along the dying
castle gardens, choosing direction at random, blind to where my
legs were taking me.
Suddenly, I was standing before the remains of the royal rook-
ery, my stomach threatening to return my breakfast, my throat
closing when all I needed was air.
The rookery entrance had been blocked off, but there was a
hole big enough for me to crawl through on the side. I struggled
through the opening, scraping my forearms and tearing the hem of
my dress on the scattered debris, but I didn’t stop as I charged up
the soot- covered steps to the second level.
The tower went up several more floors, but the circular room
had caved in, blocking the stairwell and creating a dark alcove. I
huddled underneath it with my arms wrapped around my knees,
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not caring that my dress was covered in ash or that I’d scraped my
elbow hard enough to bleed.
I felt like I had the night the crows died— like everything was
out of my control.
Caliza had promised me to Prince Ericen. She’d bartered me
away, and now I would lose everything. My friendship with Kiva,
my home, what little normalcy I’d regained— for what? A few
more months to prepare for a war we couldn’t win even if we had
years to recover? The Illucian Empire’s soldiers were utterly elite.
Nothing less could have destroyed the crows.
Surely, this was all a ploy by Razel. She was like a jungle cat
toying with her food. This was probably some sick joke to her.
Why else ask for this marriage?
The familiar weight slithered up my shoulders. I didn’t even
try to make it leave. I was floating in limbo, my future gone, my
past all too present. Now, more than ever, I wished for a crow to
carry me far, far away. We’d fly straight past Korovi and Jindae to
the unexplored wilderness in the east. We’d never stop.
But the crows were gone.
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Golden sunlight filtered in from what remained of the rookery
windows. Heat and the scent of smoke permeated the early
afternoon air, but my bones had turned to ice. I hadn’t moved from
my spot on the ground, though I’d drawn several pictures in the
ash and dust that a warm breeze gently erased.
Memories swirled around me like leaves caught in the wind:
meeting Estrel in the rookery for my rider training, teasing Caliza
when the crows ignored her commands, sneaking out in the middle
of a thunderstorm to sit with a candle among the birds, warm,
quiet, content.
I spun Estrel’s bracelet around my wrist. My mother had died
not five feet from where I sat, killed by Illucian soldiers. I’d have
bet on her over a hundred Illucians, but that night…
I hugged my knees to my chest, trying and failing to imagine
what she would do in my situation. Caliza had stuck to her like
feathers on a crow, preparing to become queen. I’d spent more
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time with Estrel, studying as a rider. People said Caliza and I were
our mother split in half: me, stubborn and independent, and Caliza,
steadfast with a knack for handling people and politics.
Our mother may have swallowed her pride and married Ericen,
like Caliza would. Or maybe she’d have thrown the proposal back
in Queen Razel’s face. You never knew which side of her you were
going to get, if you had her attention at all. Sometimes, I’d strug-
gled to get even that.
For half a second, I considered praying to the Saints, the eight
original riders. Legend had it they established Aris with the help
of the Sellas, the ancient creatures said to have created the crows.
But the Saints hadn’t come on Ronoch. Either they didn’t exist, or
they didn’t care.
My thoughts pinned me to the ground. It’d been a mistake
coming to the rookery. Too many memories slept inside.
It’d been at least two hours; Caliza would be worried. Some
petty part of me found satisfaction in that and wanted to leave her
to wonder where I was. Controlling my emotions had never been
my strength, but it’d been weeks since I’d reacted to anything as
strongly as the engagement. Maybe it meant I was getting better,
though I’d thought that before. Why couldn’t I just be okay?
Sighing, I used the wall to stand. Soot clung to my dress, blood
staining my elbow where I’d scraped it. I needed a bath. Besides,
sitting here wouldn’t stop Ericen from arriving tomorrow.
Today was supposed to be a good day. The words reverberated in
the hollow space inside my chest.
As I dusted off what I could of the ash, my gaze snagged on
a bit of scorched leather near the edge of the tower. I crouched
beside it, running my fingers over the familiar pleats that formed
the shoulders of a rider’s flying leathers. Had whomever they
belonged to made it out of the tower alive?
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I stood, letting my fingertips brush along a blackened window-
sill, trying to conjure the feeling the rookery used to instill in me.
But it was like fighting against the wind; the feeling refused to come.
I pushed deeper into the rubble, suddenly desperate for something,
anything that might spark that familiar lightness inside me.
The anticipation of flight, the wonder at the power and strength
around me, the safety I’d felt, enclosed in these circular walls— it
was all gone. All that remained was ash and rubble.
Something sparkled in the corner of my eye. I stopped my
search a half a step past it, and it vanished. Sunlight poured in from
the window at my back, illuminating a patch of blackened stone. I
stepped back, and it glinted again.
I had to duck under a fallen beam to reach the spot, but once
on the other side, I could see the sparkle clearly. Something lay
buried beneath the stones and months- old straw from the crows’
nests. My mind whispered this was foolish, to stop before I was
disappointed, but I ignored it.
As I carefully moved aside stones, filling the air with dust
and ash, the glint turned to a soft, blue- black glow. Something
hummed, vibrating against my skin like lightning- charged wind in
a storm. Calming, like a familiar comfort I’d forgotten. It slipped
beneath my skin, into my muscles and blood, my very bones, chas-
ing away the ice settled there.
I moved the last stone and stilled.
I knew what I was looking at. Even as I touched the ethereal
shell, glittering like the night sky trapped in glass, even as my brain
rejected the hulking size, the silklike feel, and the undeniable hum
of magic, I knew.
It was a storm crow egg.
Careful not to touch the remaining unstable stone pile, I
reached in and pulled the egg toward me. It was nearly as large
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as my torso, and the more I touched it, the stronger the humming
became. Bending deep with my knees for leverage, I hoisted the
egg into my arms.
Something cracked, and everything happened very fast. The
stone shifted, and I tugged the egg back just as something seized
my dress and flung me away from the crumbling stone. The ground
shuddered as the stone collapsed, crushing wood and broken glass.
Dust and ash erupted into the air as debris swallowed the hole,
burying the spot I’d been standing in.
I lay blinking at the floating specks in the sunlight, the crow
egg clasped to my chest. My heart drummed against it. Kiva stood
next to me, her hands on her knees as she caught her breath. Her
pale eyes stared down at me accusingly.
Then she saw the egg. “Is that what I think it is?”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”
“I know you’re fine. I just saved your life.” She helped me to
my feet.
I started to dust myself off and gave up. My dress would take
more than a pat down to clean. Sighing, I held out the egg. The
sunlight rippled around it, as if being drawn in and absorbed by
the celestial shell. The thrumming had quieted but still resonated
along my hands like the hum of a plucked string.
“Do you hear that?” I asked.
“That’s the sound of your stupidity ringing in your head.”
“Quieter than that— the egg.”
“I don’t hear anything.” She pressed her ear to the shell and
drew back with a shrug. “Maybe you hit your head. What were you
even doing up here?”
All at once, I slammed back to reality. “Illucia’s threatening to
attack, and Caliza’s idea of solving the problem is agreeing to their
demands for a marriage between me and Prince Ericen.”
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Kiva’s lips parted and closed several times. She swallowed
hard, set her jaw. “I’m going to kill her.”
“That’s treason.”
“Seriously injure her.”
“Still treason.”
She threw up her hands. “Hasn’t she heard the rumors about
him? He’s as vicious and cruel as Illucians come. Has she lost
her mind?”
“Yes.” Even as I said it, guilt swept through me. “No. She did
this to protect Rhodaire.” She’d probably fretted about it for days,
poring over books looking for another way until her vision blurred,
but in the end, she’d chosen the most logical solution to an impos-
sible problem, like she always did.
Meanwhile, I’d done nothing.
Six months ago, no one would have dared threaten our king-
dom. The riders were fierce, and the crows fiercer. A battle crow
could take on six cavalrymen at once, and an earth crow could
open a sinkhole beneath an army. Now, Razel threatened to con-
quer us like she had Jindae and the Ambriel Islands. She would
destroy our culture, level our cities, and funnel our children into
her army until everything we were had been forgotten.
“All this because those soldiers chose power over their king-
dom.” I clutched the egg closer, seeking its warmth. It still seemed
impossible that some of our soldiers had betrayed us. They had
sold their loyalty to Razel, providing vital information and allowing
Illucian soldiers to slip through their ranks. They’d helped butcher
the crows that trusted them.
Illucia had planned everything perfectly.
They’d known that at the end of the Sky Dance, every single
crow from across Rhodaire would return to their rookeries.
They’d known all the eggs would be gathered in the royal rookery.
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Instead of facing an army, all they’d had to do was destroy nine
towers.
And they’d had help from our own people.
“Those soldiers deserved what they got.” The derision in Kiva’s
tone was sharper than a blade.
Executed.
Razel had used the soldiers, making promises she would never
keep, and then had them killed.
Scowling, I shifted the egg in my arms and kicked away a chunk
of rubble, relishing the solid contact even as my foot ached. “What
I want to know is why Razel offered this. Why promise us peace in
exchange for this marriage? We’re not in a position to deny them
anything. What do they gain?”
“It gives Illucia a foothold in Rhodaire. She can’t take it by
force easily. Nearly a quarter of her army is running Jindae, another
chunk is in the Ambriels, and now I hear she’s threatening Korovi.
Why squander men attacking Rhodaire if she can take it some
other way?”
“Marrying me to Ericen won’t give her control of the kingdom.
There has to be another step to her plan.”
Or another motive altogether. But what?
I ran my fingers over the egg, and it hummed against my skin.
The feeling was both exhilarating and comforting at once. “I have to
hatch this egg. If we had even one crow, Illucia would think twice
about what they’re doing. It’s the only chance we have of protect-
ing Rhodaire and my only chance of not marrying that bastard.”
Kiva stared at me like I’d sprouted wings. “Be careful. You’re
dangerously close to sounding like this girl I used to know. Tongue
as sharp as a crow’s talons, menace to authorities everywhere,
about this tall.” She held a hand to her chest, a good few inches
shorter than my actual height.
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I glowered but couldn’t suppress my smile. Kiva had a way
of pulling me out of myself, perfected over a lifetime of friend-
ship. I couldn’t remember a time without her at my side. She
filled my memories: sneaking into the riding school to watch the
riders train, stealing orange cakes from the kitchens before dinner,
hiding Caliza’s books whenever she left her study table unguarded
in the library.
Kiva had been there every minute to say what a bad idea it
was, but she had always stayed. She was always there for me,
like she had been for every day of the exhausting cycle of despair
that had imprisoned me since Ronoch. I didn’t have the energy to
get out of bed, and lying there made me lethargic until my limbs
became weights holding me down. My head would hurt, turning
my thoughts slow and difficult, each one taking more effort than
it was worth, until all I wanted was to fall asleep again. But sleep
made it worse.
Without her, I’d never have started getting out of bed. I never
would have left my room today, and I might not have ended up in
the rookery.
Kiva grinned at my feigned annoyance. “Anyway, it got buried
under rubble and nearly incinerated. Whatever’s inside is proba-
bly dead.”
“Crow eggs are filled with magic. It could have survived.” The
egg hummed in my arms as if agreeing.
Kiva looked doubtful but held out a hand. “All right. Let’s
crack it open and find out.”
I hugged the egg against my body. “You can’t just crack it open!
It has to hatch naturally.”
“How?”
I opened my mouth, then closed it, brow furrowing. How did
the eggs hatch? They weren’t like normal bird eggs. Something
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else happened to them, because every year on the winter solstice,
they all hatched at once. For some reason, this one hadn’t, despite
surviving Ronoch when no other eggs had.
Maybe it couldn’t. Maybe Kiva was right, and the egg was
nothing but an empty shell. I shook the thought away. However
small the chance was the egg could hatch, I had to try.
Problem was, I’d never seen it done.
We climbed out of the rookery together and returned to the castle.
Kiva gave me her cloak to wrap the egg in, and I hugged it against
my chest, still not fully believing what I’d found. The egg’s hum-
ming settled deep into my bones, resonating like the echo of a thun-
derclap. It felt so familiar, so alive. Like a piece of me had returned.
Something fluttered in my stomach, a feeling I’d almost forgot-
ten. Something I hesitated to name, lest it disappoint me. Still, I
clung to the rising hope, feeling as if I balanced on a glass precipice,
waiting for it to shatter and send me careening into the nothingness
like so many times before.
After Ronoch, we’d searched the rookery for surviving eggs
and found nothing. When the third floor collapsed, nearly killing
two riders, the search was put off until we could stabilize the
rookery. But in the face of starvation and mass destruction, it had
been forgotten.
We’d decided to ask Caliza about the egg. She’d shunned the
crows most of her life and probably wouldn’t know a thing, but
we had no one else. Most of the Corvé were gone; they’d been
targeted on Ronoch, just like the crows. Those that remained had
never helped my mother with the hatching.
I looked at my feather bracelet. Only Estrel had.
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We stopped by my room, where I hid the egg in a drawer of
rarely worn sweaters in my closet armoire and changed into a clean
dress. My elbow had stopped bleeding, so I wiped away the dirt
and left it be. Then we sought out Caliza.
What would she say to me? Would she apologize again? I
snorted at the thought, then crushed the tiny voice that hoped
maybe she’d changed her mind. That never happened.
We found her in her office talking with a tall, broad- shouldered
woman with pale hair. Larisa Mirkova, Kiva’s mother and captain
of the royal guard. They paused as we entered, but I still caught
the tail of their conversation. They were talking about the failing
crops again.
Kiva saluted her mother, only relaxing when the captain
nodded. Caliza met my gaze. Her expression remained impassive,
but I knew what she was thinking: had I accepted my fate?
I held her gaze without blinking: not even close.
“Sakiva,” Captain Mirkova said, her Korovi accent heavy.
Unlike her daughter, Captain Mirkova had lived half her life in
Korovi. “You should be helping with afternoon training. This is
irresponsible of you.”
Kiva stiffened beside me, but she didn’t rise to her mother’s
bait. She’d always had more discipline than me.
I faced Caliza, getting straight to the point. “What do you know
about hatching crows?”
She frowned a very specific frown, the one she’d used since we
were children whenever I talked about the crows. “Why do you
want to know?”
“Humor me.”
Caliza’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t know anything more than
you. They’re all born on Hatch Night, on the winter solstice, but
Mother said that was ceremonial.”
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“But what makes them all hatch at the same time? And why
did they never hatch where we could see them?”
“I don’t know, Anthia. And it doesn’t matter. I’m very busy
right now. I don’t have time for this.”
There it was. It doesn’t matter. She rarely said anything else
to me about the crows. They’re gone. It doesn’t matter. Move on. I
could tell her about the egg, but she wouldn’t care. She wouldn’t
believe one crow could save us. She’d never believed.
“The least you can do is answer a question or two,” I said. “You
owe me that.”
Something flashed behind her eyes that had her turning her
face away. “I really don’t know more. Let it go.”
Disappointment filled me, weighing me to the spot. Caliza had
been a long shot, and now even that hope had been crushed.
What if the secret to hatching was lost forever?
Swallowing against the tightness in my throat, I stormed out
of Caliza’s office, Kiva on my heel. With the need I had to do
something suddenly left without an objective, I felt untethered,
my motivation leaking from me like blood from a wound.
I slowed to a halt in the middle of the entrance hall, my energy
all but gone.
“Thia?” Kiva asked cautiously.
“I don’t know what to do.” I buried my face in my hands.
Kiva laid a hand on my shoulder. “Let’s go for a ride. Some
fresh air might help.”
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